Hatred and Revenge
By: Nimwen
Rating: R (because of extreme violence and torture)
Spoilers: The Lord of the rings and may be the Silmarillion.
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me but to Tolkien. The only characters belonging to me are my self-created.
Summary: Legolas, Aragorn, Elladan and Elrohir are captured from dark and evil elves and experience some cruel things.
Note: Hi guys, I've decided to write a fanfic story. If there are some mistakes in my English, write me or ignore it. because my mother language is German but I love to write English so that's what I do. My story takes place after Gollum escaped and before the council.
It is possible that there are mistakes in the timeline because I don't know how long it takes to travel from Mirkwood to Imladris but I think that it not really matters.
Read and (I hope) enjoy!
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Part 1
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A dark hooded figure stood in the shadow of the trees deep in Mirkwood. Two elves approached on the path, laughing with each other, not knowing of the danger they were in. Slowly, the dark figure sneaked forward without making a noise. He stood a few inches away from the path. Preparing his bow with an arrow he aimed it at the right one.
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"They should soon be here. We could set a fire while waiting." Said Legolas to Aragorn waiting for Elladan and Elrohir to show up. "Probably they are gone lost somewhere in the Misty Mountains." Aragorn lighted the fire and sat down. He started to chew on a piece of Lembas. "Are all humans so impatient? Or is that just the quality of a king?" - "You should know that better than me. After all, you are exactly a king like me. But I forgot elves are so much better than humans and they can do all things better." Aragorn slipped into a sarcastic tone and could barely hide his grin. Legolas sat down beside him. " You're to impudent for one who is so much younger than me. When we are back to Imladris I will tell Lord Elrond how unripe his foster son is." - "If you do that I will." Aragorn was broken off by a sudden scream. Both were immediately on their feet. "Elrohir!" Aragorn knew it was his brother. Legolas ran off. "Fast! It came out of this direction."
They ran through the wood as fast as possible. A second scream filled the forest. This time it was louder than the first. Legolas sprinted faster, ignoring Aragorn who was falling behind. Suddenly he came out of the wood on a path.
Elrohir lay on the ground, unmoving. Elladan fought with a dark hooded figure. Legolas moved fast and released an arrow, flying straight to the heart of their enemy. It never reached its true target. The enemy spun around and grabbed Elladans arm sending him in the line of the arrow. Legolas had barely the time to realise that he had shot one of his best friends as his arms were painfully torn upwards.
Just then, Aragorn ran on the path. The first thing he saw was his brothers lying on the ground, the second, a piece of wood flying towards his face.
The hard wood connected with his head. A sharp pain exploded in his forehead and he dropped to the floor, unconscious.
Legolas feet were pulled away from under him and he landed painfully on his ribs. His arms were bound painful on his back.
Legolas tried to recognise their attackers but the only glimpse he saw was a pointed ear of an elf. Then his world went black and he knew no more.
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I know it's short but I've decided to write this chapter short to see if you enjoy it.
So please review.
To be continue.
By: Nimwen
Rating: R (because of extreme violence and torture)
Spoilers: The Lord of the rings and may be the Silmarillion.
Disclaimer: The characters do not belong to me but to Tolkien. The only characters belonging to me are my self-created.
Summary: Legolas, Aragorn, Elladan and Elrohir are captured from dark and evil elves and experience some cruel things.
Note: Hi guys, I've decided to write a fanfic story. If there are some mistakes in my English, write me or ignore it. because my mother language is German but I love to write English so that's what I do. My story takes place after Gollum escaped and before the council.
It is possible that there are mistakes in the timeline because I don't know how long it takes to travel from Mirkwood to Imladris but I think that it not really matters.
Read and (I hope) enjoy!
--------------------------------------------------------
Part 1
-----------------------------------------------------
A dark hooded figure stood in the shadow of the trees deep in Mirkwood. Two elves approached on the path, laughing with each other, not knowing of the danger they were in. Slowly, the dark figure sneaked forward without making a noise. He stood a few inches away from the path. Preparing his bow with an arrow he aimed it at the right one.
* * *
"They should soon be here. We could set a fire while waiting." Said Legolas to Aragorn waiting for Elladan and Elrohir to show up. "Probably they are gone lost somewhere in the Misty Mountains." Aragorn lighted the fire and sat down. He started to chew on a piece of Lembas. "Are all humans so impatient? Or is that just the quality of a king?" - "You should know that better than me. After all, you are exactly a king like me. But I forgot elves are so much better than humans and they can do all things better." Aragorn slipped into a sarcastic tone and could barely hide his grin. Legolas sat down beside him. " You're to impudent for one who is so much younger than me. When we are back to Imladris I will tell Lord Elrond how unripe his foster son is." - "If you do that I will." Aragorn was broken off by a sudden scream. Both were immediately on their feet. "Elrohir!" Aragorn knew it was his brother. Legolas ran off. "Fast! It came out of this direction."
They ran through the wood as fast as possible. A second scream filled the forest. This time it was louder than the first. Legolas sprinted faster, ignoring Aragorn who was falling behind. Suddenly he came out of the wood on a path.
Elrohir lay on the ground, unmoving. Elladan fought with a dark hooded figure. Legolas moved fast and released an arrow, flying straight to the heart of their enemy. It never reached its true target. The enemy spun around and grabbed Elladans arm sending him in the line of the arrow. Legolas had barely the time to realise that he had shot one of his best friends as his arms were painfully torn upwards.
Just then, Aragorn ran on the path. The first thing he saw was his brothers lying on the ground, the second, a piece of wood flying towards his face.
The hard wood connected with his head. A sharp pain exploded in his forehead and he dropped to the floor, unconscious.
Legolas feet were pulled away from under him and he landed painfully on his ribs. His arms were bound painful on his back.
Legolas tried to recognise their attackers but the only glimpse he saw was a pointed ear of an elf. Then his world went black and he knew no more.
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I know it's short but I've decided to write this chapter short to see if you enjoy it.
So please review.
To be continue.